The Villain's Convention
by spectre666
Summary: Ron is going undercover alone.  This cannot end well.  With thanks and apologies to Ray Stevens.
1. Ooops

The Villain's Convention

_(It's a typical villainous phenomenon, where all the members have a fine old time_

_It's the forty third, annual convention, of the Grand Mystic Royal Order_

_of the ignoble dolph, the Villains of the temple of the Slime.)_

_XXX_

_Beep beep beep_

"Hi, Wade, it's about time you answered my call." A minorly tweaked Kim Possible spoke to her tech guru. "What was the hold up?"

"Oh, nothing serious, really...just minor, I'm getting it worked out." To the heroine's surprise, the young genius looked nervous.

"Wade, what have you done?"

"Nothing, really! Really nothing."

Kim frowned at her Kimmunicator screen, "All right, I'll table that for now. Where's Ron? I've been trying to get in touch with him the whole flight back and he's not answering."

Kim began to feel the beginnings of panic as her friend exhibited definite Ronnish behavior. Rubbing the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at her. "Ahhhh, yeah, about that..."

"Wade, you assured me that everything would be fine, that Ron could monitor the Villain's Convention while I went to the Annual Pixie Scout Awards banquet. You promised me, you told me it was safe, you..."

"Calm down, Kim, Ron's healthy."

"Healthy? What do you mean healthy? Why wouldn't he be healthy? Wade?" Kim was breathing a little heavier.

"Ah, you remember the plan was for Ron to hide in the ventilation ducts and use his Kimmunicator to record everything?"

"Wade." Kim growled lightly. "Why do I get the feeling the plan changed after I left?"

"It...ah...it...ah...it got improved a bit."

Kim's head jerked as if she'd been struck, visions of catastrophe and disaster flashing in her mind. She managed to speak calmly, "Improved, how?"

"See, I couldn't get good shots of the newest gadgets from the ventilation ducts," for the first time the pre-teen sounded enthusiastic, "so we, ok, I decided Ron needed to get closer."

"And you did this how?" Kim's panic was growing.

"Ron went in in disguise."

"Disguise, as in costume?"

"Uh huh."

"Wade," Kim drew a deep breath, "tell me you didn't use that costume."

"I worked with what I had, OK? And it went over great!"

"Wade," Kim was almost hyperventilating, "tell me you didn't, please tell me you didn't. Lie to me, tell me you didn't use the..." She couldn't finish.

"It was the only one I had," Wade said apologetically, "and it fits Ron even better now that he's been working out."

Kim's right hand clenched on her Kimmunicator, her left raised and the fingers began massaging her forehead. She could feel a massive tension headache coming on. "All right, Wade, cut to the chase, what happened? What went wrong?"

Wade looked wounded, "Why do you assume something went wrong? I mean..."

"Wade!" Kim spoke from gritted teeth, "What happened?"

"Well, because of the jamming from the villain's devices, I had to place a call to his room. Here, listen to the tape."

_"Operator, give me room 321 please, thank you, Hello, evil villain? This is the technical genius. I said it's the technical genius. The tech...Ron this is Wade! Why weren't you at the demonstrations? You got a Harley? How did you...do you have it in your room? How'd you get it up there? Quit revving it up Ron, I can't hear you. Never mind, Ron, you have really put my research behind schedule. Be at the practical uses exhibit tonight, seven o'clock, in costume, and don't answer the phone udden udden, okay?"_

"That doesn't sound so bad," Kim managed, "It sounds like Ron's having a good time, and it'll be spankin' to ride to school with him on a Harley."

"Yeah, well, things took a turn."

"A turn? What kind of turn Wade?"

"Kind of a curve, a really, really, strange curve."

"Wade!"

"Just listen to the tape."

_"Operator, room 321, please. Thank you, Hello, Ron? What are you doin'? What do you mean who is this? This is Wade. Why weren't you at the exhibition? What do you mean all you had was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt? Well, you may think you're fooling people, Ron, but I saw the whole thing. That's right, I hacked the security monitors. I saw Shego come running through the new improved Henchmen demonstration. That's right, and she wasn't wearing anything but your cape, Ron. Ron, you the only one that has a red cape with a gold glitter Z on the back. Yeah, yeah, and she was yelling out the Kimmunicator frequency too, Ron. We'll have to change it now. Ron, we are going to have a serious discussion when you get back about your behavior on this mission. Embarrassing, if anybody finds out. Now, can you make it to the secret plans and deceptions meeting tonight? And Ron? Can you keep the ID secret?"_

"**Shego! Cape with Z?** Wade, tell me you didn't...Wait, I just realized something, why isn't Ron's voice on the tape?"

"Well," Wade looked embarrassed, "As near as I can figure out, he was using some kind of white noise filter to keep the recording blank."

"Why would he do that?"

"Well, see, there was this scanner at the entrance that Ron went through."

"Scanner for what?"

"It wasn't a normal scanner."

"What kind was it, then?" Kim voice sank.

"Remember the attitudinator?"

"Oh, no." Kim said weakly.

"It gets worse."

"What, how could it get worse?"

"Just listen."

_"Operator, room three...how'd you know? Ron? What are you doing? No you weren't at the meeting. I watched the whole thing, you didn't show. Where you did show was on the pool cameras. That's right, I watched you and the cocktail lounge waitresses, and a certain green villain having a fine old time. Yeah, and all you had on were your Fearless Ferret boxers and blue skin. How did you keep the dye from running? What do you mean it's not dye? Ron, when you get back to Middleton, I may have to take your grappler, your communicator and your blaster boxers back. And if Kim finds out, well, you may have to leave town. What do you mean you won't have to leave town if you take it over? Ron? Ron? Who's Ron? You're Ron! Zorpox? Ron, Zorpox, whoever, don't...don't you hang up on me, don't you...Operator, operator, room 321 please, Ron. Zorpox? Quit revvin the engine Ron, Who's that gigglin...Ronnnnn..."_

"Wade? Why did Ron's skin turn blue? And why is my BFBF cavorting with cocktail wattresses and SHEGO?" Kim's voice began quiet and calm, but rose to a roar. Her cracking knuckles, however, came through clearly to the young tech.

"I can explain...I think."

"Make it fast." Her voice wasn't quite as calm.

"Well, remember the attitudinator? It seems that Henchco put an improved one in the entrance scanners as a demonstration and free sample and Ron, well, he went through that one."

"Wade," Kim's tone was gentle, almost benevolent. "I do hope you didn't want to experience the joys of puberty." Kim's image disappeared from Wade's screen. He tried frantically to call his team leader, but there was no answer The only sound in the room was an eerie, "Boooyahahah!" from his recording.


	2. Is it cold or is it just me?

The Villain's Convention: Investigations and Intimidations

AN: I have had a lot of response to the first chapter of this tale. It was intended as a one shot, my answer to the song fic. But, the kind reviews and suggestions, opened the plot bunnies cage. I've been overrun. (G) So, here's the second chapter, stay with the Z man and we'll see where it goes.

Second note, all KP characters belong to Disney. (and I wish they knew what they had, and would get on with it.)

I.

"Welcome, Miss Possible, as always a pleasure." Jack Hench came around his desk, hand extended, slick smile on his face.

Kim glanced at his hand as if it held something slimy, "I need answers, Hench, and you are going to give them to me."

Hench smoothly turned his rejected handshake into a gesture at one of the chairs. "Then please, won't you sit down?"

"I'm in a hurry, I won't be here that long."

Hench glanced at his office door. It was being held open by the unconscious body of one of his Henchmen, what little of the corridor he could see was littered with out cold or groaning bodies. "Yes, well," he waved at the door, "was that really necessary?"

Kim shrugged, "They said I needed an appointment, I didn't have one."

Hench smiled weakly, "I assure you, from now on Kim..."

"Miss Possible."

"Miss Possible, my door will always be open to you. My people will be instructed."

"Fine, now my answers?"

"Of course, of course, ask away. After all, Henchco has nothing to hide."

"Right. I need to know about the attitudinator scanners you had at the Villain's convention."

"Scanner, Miss Possible, scanner."

"Only one? I heard you had them all wired."

"Just the one, Miss Possible. It was only on for about twenty minutes, and was clearly labeled as experimental."

"Are you trying to tell me no one went through it?"

"Oh, no, several potential clients sampled the device."

Kim frowned, "Why do you say 'potential clients'? It only takes one shot, right?"

"Miss Possible, why would I give this technology away? It has wonderful potential."

"To make evil doers more evil." Kim growled.

"Not at all, not at all. We at Henchco work constantly on improving and helping our fellow human beings. This device will allow a person subject to fits of rage to calm himself, to reach for his inner goodness."

"Right." Kim's voice was skeptical, "and this is why you tried to market it to a convention of crooks."

"Miss Possible, we only develop the technology, how it's used is not our responsibility. Those poor souls could have been thinking of reforming, this would help."

"And you had it set on evil, why?"

"Purely a demonstration, if the attitudinator could make them more evil, it obviously could make them more virtuous."

"Uh-huh, and how many of them went through it?"

"Only ten or so, then the power drain was too much and the convention hall authorities requested we shut it off so the other exhibits could run efficiently."

"You are so civic minded, so I now have ten super charged villains to worry about?"

"You're not paying attention to the details, Miss Possible. I said we did not give the technology away. The effects were only temporary, possibly five minutes."

"Are you sure about that? Because I know that at least one person who went through it is still affected."

"Miss Possible, that is impossible. There is only one way that could happen and I assure you it did not."

"Indulge me, Hench, how could it have happened?"

"If I must." Hench sighed, "If a subject was previously exposed to the attitudinator, the effects of the scanner would be enhanced. But as I said, the only people exposed previously were our lab assistants who tested the device."

"What about Drakken?"

"He did not go through the scanner. He was arguing with Dr. Dementor, something about a stolen device."

"What about Zorpox?"

"Who?"

Kim glared at Hench, even in his evil disguise, no one remembered her partner. "Zorpox, the conqueror?" Hench's face remained blank "At the last convention he tried the device on?"

Hench's brow cleared, "Oh yes, I vaguely remember that. But between you and Shego, the device was destroyed before he could try it on." Hench frowned. "If you see him again, would you ask him to finish filling out his entrance card."

"Why?"

"He won the tank. We can't deliver it until he finishes filling out the card."

Kim rubbed her forehead, moaning, "Ron...when I find you..."

"What was that?"

"Never mind. Did Zorpox go through the scanner?"

"Yes, but it didn't seem to affect him."

"Why do you say that?"

"It didn't seem to have any effect on him. Of course he was distracted."

"Distracted? How so?"

"He seemed to be arguing with the inside of his cloak, and shoving a chunk of cheese into his pocket."

Kim took a calming deep breath, "For the sake of discussion, how would a second exposure affect the victim?"

"Victim? Miss Possible, I must protest your..."

"Just answer the question, Hench."

"It would extend the effect."

"How long?"

"I'm not sure."

"But you are sure it's temporary?"

"Oh, yes, quite certain."

Kim turned to walk out, "Why am I not reassured?" She muttered under her breath.

II.

"Kimmie, what's the matter?"

Kim glanced at her mother.

"I know you don't like going grocery shopping, Kimmie, but I just needed a few things for dinner. You're not this upset about the shopping, so what's bothering you?"

Kim gave up. The only person who could read her better than her mother, was Ron. That was the problem. "Mom, it's Ron."

"I haven't seen him in a few days. That's strange now that I think about it, we had brain meatloaf last night and he usually doesn't miss that." Mrs. Possible frowned, "Is something wrong with Ron? I left instructions at the hospital to notify me if either of you was admitted."

"Ron's not in the hospital, Mom, but I wish he were."

"Kimmie!"

"No, no, not that I want him hurt, it's just that he may be in a worse sitch, and...and...I can't find him." Kim wailed softly.

Mrs. Possible reached to hug her daughter in reassurance. "Oh, Kimmie, I'm sure it's not that bad. Why don't you tell..." Her head came up. "Kimmie, I think I see Ron over there."

Kim's head jerked up, "Where, Mom, I don't.."

"Over there, by the vegetables. Kimmie...why is Ron blue?"

Kim located her BF. Her jaw dropped in disbelief. Instead of his usual loose jersey, or even the silly Zorpox costume she expected, Ron was wearing tight, low on his hips leather pants, with a black leather duster, pink sunglasses, and the Zorpox helmet.

Mrs. Possible whispered, "Oh my, look at the six pack on that boy. Kimmie, have you forgotten to tell me something?"

Shaking her head to clear it (this was not the time or place for those thoughts) Kim yelled out "Ron!"

"Kimberly Anne Possible! How did you find me? No matter, this will stop you."

Before Anne or Kim could move, Zorpox pulled out a small cylinder and fired a blue ray at them. Then he ran off with the two Possible women in pursuit

_This is your Middleton news reporter on the scene at the supermarket. There seems to have been a disturbance. Pardon me ma'am, did you see what happened?_

_"Yeah I did...I was standing over there by the tomatoes, _

_and here she came, running thru the pole beans, thru the fruits and vegetables_

_naked as a jay bird. An I hollered over at Edgar I said don't look Edgar, but it_

_was too late, he'd already been incensed._

Kim took off after her fleeing BF, running through the produce section when she heard her mother's panicked scream. "Kimmie!" She turned to see Mrs. Possible folding around herself, arms trying to conceal her lack of clothes. "Mom! What happened?"

"Not just me, Kimmie."

"Huh?" Kim looked down at herself.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

_Oh yes they call her the streak,_

_Fastest thing on two feet._

_He's just as proud as he can be_

_Of her anatomy, and he's gonna give us a peak._

II.

Mrs. Possible drove sedately down the side road. Of all things she least wanted right now, being stopped for speeding, or any other reason was the last. Her complexion heightened, her eyes straight ahead, her arms emerging from the emergency blanket with a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, she spoke. "Kim, what was that that Ron shot us with?'' There, cool and calm.

"I...I d-don't know, Mom. But he is a dead man when I get my hands on him."

The conversation withered.

"Uh...Mom..."

"Yes?"

"That was...well what I mean is...that was fast thinking, screaming 'Run' like that."

Mrs. Possible blushed in remembrance. "What else could we do?"

Silence.

"Do you think anyone saw us?"

"Kimmie, I'm sure a lot of people saw us." Her hands tightened even further on the steering wheel.

"Yeah...but...but...I mean, anyone who knows us?" Kim stuttered.

"I don't think so. I just hope that news camera didn't get any film."

"Oh no." Kim whispered, "A news camera."

"I don't think he got into action quick enough. You could have been a little faster you know." Mrs. Possible complained.

"I tried, Mom, really. But with that crazy woman tossing tomatoes at us..."

Mrs. Possible focused on something she could do something about. "Kim, you're not sitting on the upholstery with that tomato on you, are you?"

"No."

Silence again filled the car.

"Kimmie, let's just not mention this to your father, all right?"

"Ok."

Mrs. Possible noticed her daughter squirming. "Kim, is anything else wrong?"

"These blankets..."

"What about them?"

"Where did you get them? They itch..."

"Army surplus, dear, 100 per cent wool, they...last...for..." As soon as she said it her own squirming began.

III.

"Boooyahahahaahahahhah!" The blue villain chortled. "This is my greatest invention ever!"

"Z, baby, how about a little more..." the sultry voice came from the rumpled bed.

"Not now Shego. When Kimberly Anne gets here, this will allow you to defeat her with ease."

The green lovely sat up, interested at last. "Really? How?"

"You'll see Shego, you'll see."

"Can you at least tell me what it is?" She plaintively asked his retreating back.

"Certainly, my lovely, it's a boobalator." He walked out the door, his evil laugh resounding.

"A whatalater...?"

XXXXXXXXXX

AU: If you would like to know what Zopox looks like, check out Ivymae's art on Deviantart. She may have taken it down, but the picture of Shego and Kim swooning over Zorpox is one of the funniest I've seen.


	3. Daddy's Dashing Daughter

The Villain's Convention: Chapter 3

I.

**"Kimberly Anne Possible!" **The door slammed behind James Possible, as he stormed into his house.

Mrs. Possible came running from the kitchen. "Honey, what's wrong."

"Do you know what your daughter did?" James shouted.

"Not yet, dear, but I'm sure you'll tell me." Anne soothed reaching her arms up around her husband's neck. "How bad could it be?"

James breathed harshly for a few moments, then gritted, "Turn on the news, you'll see."

Anne released her husband, heading for the den, her face paling. "_Oh, no. that camera man was faster than I thought. What if he was even faster..."_

James stood in the den, arms crossed rigidly on his chest, glaring at his wide screen television.

"This is your action news reporter once again,

and we're here at the gas station.

Pardon me, Ma'am, did you see what happened?"

"Yeh, I did...I was just in here getting my tires checked,

and she just appeared out of the traffic.

Come streaking around the grease rack there

didn't have nothin' on but a scream.

I looked in there and Edgar was getting him a cold drink

I hollered...Don't look Edgar

It was too late...he'd already been mooned

Flashed him right there in front of the shock absorbers."

James couldn't take any more. He strode over and punched the off button.

Giving a sigh of relief Anne raised her eyes to James, "But, Honey, what has that got to do with Kim? They didn't have a picture of whoever did the streaking."

James mouth opened and closed before he finally burst out, "Because I was getting gas! You think I don't know our own little Bubble Butt!"

II.

"Z honey, I don't understand. How does disappearing another one of the Princess' lame mission outfits fit into the plan?"

Zorpox whirled, "Plan? What do you know about my plan?"

"N...Nothing, babe, I just thought..." Shego reached up to stroke his cheek soothingly.

He calmed instantly, "Don't worry about the plan, my green goody, just worry about being gorgeous." He reached around to squeeze her derrière, "something you are already world class at." He turned back to his work bench.

"I'm just curious, if it wasn't needed for your plan, why did you zap her clothes again?"

"Oh, I didn't."

"If you didn't, then who..."

III.

"RUFUS!"

"Quiet, Mom, Dad'll be up here in a minute if you keep that up." Kim warned he mother.

"But...but...Rufus? Why...I mean how..."

Kim groaned, "If you must know, I saw Ron at Bueno Nacho."

"Ron or Zorpox."

"Fine," Kim growled, "Zorpox. Of course I tried to catch him."

"Of course."

"I chased him out the back door. And I almost had him when he ducked into a filling station."

"But how..."

Kim blushed, "When I rounded the bay, there was no sign of Ron, but Rufus was standing there."

_"R...Rufus?" Kim sputtered as she slid to a halt._

_"Hinc...hi...Kim-Kim." The naked mole rat waved one tiny paw at her._

_"Rufus, what is that you're pointing at me? And why are you pointing it at me."_

_With a wide grin the naked mole rat squealed "Cheeze!" and pushed the button._

Anne finally got her giggles under control. "But, Kimmie, why did you run through the garage?"

"Because the only people in there were an odd couple." Kim thought a minute, "She looked familiar, but at least she wasn't throwing anything, just screaming 'Don't look, Don't look.' And there were like thirty people out front. I had to get to the alley and get home."

Anne shook her head in resignation, "Kimmie, I thought you could count better than that."

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"There weren't two people in there, there were three. And two guesses who the third man was."

Kim dropped her head into her hands. "I am so dead."

IV.

"I'm getting bored." Shego complained, "You don't want to play, and there's nothing to do."

"Do you like basketball?"

"Not particularly, why."

"We're going to the Middleton High playoffs tonight."

"Woo hoo, extra hoo.'" Shego pouted.

"Oh, I guarantee, you won't be bored. A Booyahhahahahahahh...


	4. Chapter 4:  Bon Bon gets her chance

The Villain's Convention: Chapter 4

I.

"Hey, K', I saw that loser BF of yours. What weirdness is he into now? I mean, really, a duster? That is so two seasons ago."

Kim whirled and snatched the brunette cheerleader by her shirt, "Where did you see Ron, Bonnie?" Bonnie's head rattled at the shaking. "**Where?"**

"Let go of me, Possible!" Bonnie demanded.

Seeing the questioning looks from the other cheerleaders in the locker room, Kim complied, growling, "Where did you see him, Bonnie, it's important."

Watching Kim's anger rise with impatience, Bonnie straightened her clothes, and patted her hair into place. As Kim's face grew redder, Bonnie finally answered, "I don't see why you're all concerned K'. Unless..."

"Unless what, Bonnie?"

"Did your little pet jump the fence, Kimmie? And with an older woman, too." Bonnie mock sympathized.

"What woman? What did she look like?" Kim gritted.

"Never seen her before, K', but she looked like she was going to make a man out of the loser the first chance she got; if she hasn't already."

"What was that about Ron, Bonnie?" Tara stepped up.

"Just that he's got himself a new GF, Tara. Long black hair, weird complexion, and an outfit that looks like it came out of a cartoon."

Tara looked stricken, but Kim zeroed in on the description. "What was weird about her complexion, Bonnie?"

"She wasn't normal, kind of greenish. Although I will say it looked striking with that mane of ebony hair she has."

"What about Ron, Bonnie, how do you know he's with her." Tara asked wistfully.

"They were either on their way to a costume party or something, I think, because why else would they dress like that? And besides, he looked like he'd painted his face blue."

"But...but...how do you know they were together?" Tara asked again.

"Oh, please, like they could be anything else the way she was hanging on him and the way he was groping her buns." Bonnie snarked.

Kim turned pale. _"Ron...and...and...Shego? Shego...and...and...__**I'll kill her! **__Right after I kill him! How could he...why would she..." _

Never one to miss an opportunity, Bonnie razzed her rival, "I know Miss Snow White here hasn't given up any, Tara, so the complexion might have been caused by something other than paint."

A few of the nearby cheerleader's snickered, while Kim and Tara blushed furiously.

"Never mind that, where is he? I have to find him." Kim managed through her blush, "This is important, Bonnie."

"He was out in the parking lot, Kimmie, and the Harley he was riding isn't going to be nearly big enough."

Kim barely heard her rival as she rushed for the door, only to be brought up short by a firm grasp on her arm. "Where do you think you're going, Possible? We need you for the game."

"Not now, Bonnie, I..."

"So you're going to ditch, just as you're needed, typical." Bonnie turned away disdainfully.

Kim glared at the brunette's back. "All right, all right, I'll find him later. _And when I do..."_ She turned to her locker to change with the rest of the squad.

II.

"Ok, lover, mind telling me why we're at a basketball game?" Shego questioned.

"Not just any basketball game, Shego, the championship."

"Oh, that makes so much difference, whoo-who, double whoo."

A maniacal grin was his only answer. Shego snuggled up against Ron's back. "Just a little hint, please? I'll do that thing with the green fire you like so much." Shego wheedled.

The blue villain turned to pull her full chest firmly into his, placing a deep, stunning kiss on her open lips. When he raised his head he whispered to her dazed eyes, "Mayhem, confusion, and maybe a little joy, that's what we're doing." He turned and strode down the hallway.

Shego blinked, "Ok, mayhem and confusion I can deal with, but...joy? Wait! Wait a minute." She chased after her boss.

III.

Tara was a little worried. Some of the other cheerleader's had passed worried and gone to anxious, with one, Jessica almost at full blown panic when Kim explained what Ron AKA Zorpox had done. All their clothes disappearing on national TV? That was so not good. But Tara refused to believe that the sweetest, nicest, bravest boy she had ever met would do that. Besides, as Bonnie maliciously mentioned, this Zorpox only seemed to be interested in Kim, so the rest of them had nothing to worry about.

Bonnie was delighted. Kim had just told her to be the top of the pyramid. A position the two had fought over since the routine was devised. Tonight, Bonnie Rockwaller would be on top. Tonight and always if she had anything to do with it. Nobody would ever forget her performance. She was so going to out class Possible.

Kim was furious at Ron; not only had he embarrassed her, twice!, but in order to stay mobile and maybe catch him, she had to give up her prized position at the top of the formation to, of all people, Bonnie. She was so going to hurt him when she got him back.

Rufus was ready. His long distance vision wasn't that great, his eyes being adapted more for underground than daylight, but he knew where his target would be.

IV.

Kim was ready. Ready but infuriated. She had taken the spotter's position Bonnie usually occupied in order to be able to move and scan the crowd. Even while searching for her wayward BF, she could see the flamboyance Bonnie brought to the move. "_Show off! No thought about making the squad look good, it's all about her!"_ She thought when Bonnie added a second flip to the single Kim usually performed while reaching the top of the pyramid. "_What if the second roll made her miss? She'd probably say the others moved." _Kim desperately looked around the cheering crowd. "_Where's Ron, where is he? I know he's here, he..."_ As the pyramid began to collapse on schedule, she saw Bonnie do a side split hurdler move as she dismounted. From the corner of her vision, Kim saw the blue beam reach out.

From her spot under the bleachers, Shego massaged her forehead, "_I knew this wasn't going to work, looks like it's up to me. Again."_

The crowd gave a delighted roar.


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